Download This! You Are The Pilot Of Your Own Pillow w/ CD Cover!

Okay. Enough time away from the internets. Here I make the comeback with a brand spanking new mix for your hibernating pleasure.

Actually, since yours truly can fall asleep to Jawbreaker and Crystal Castles, I suggest that you don't try to fall asleep to this mix. I apologize for the misleading title.

I found that cover on my tumblr and it was so novel, that I decided to use it for myself. If you were lucky enough to get a copy of the last mix, you are aware of the theme. I think this will be the last of the apollo spaceman mix covers that I will continue. There is some continuity to my work, though. My fascination with the astronauts has waned.


Okay, maybe not.

01 you are the pilot of your own pillow
02 lights - siberia
03 monarchy - you don't want to dance with me(moonlight matters remix)
04 poka - lonely nights
05 the rapture - how deep is your love(a-trak dub)
06 groove armada - history(grum remix)
07 big boi ft. yelawolf - you ain't no dj
08 junior senior - can i get get get
09 m83 - midnight city
10 junior boys - bits and pieces
11 chumbawamba - safety pin stuck in my heart
12 foster the people - houdini
13 the xx - basic space
14 breakbot ft. ruckazoid - fantasy
15 michael jackson - beat it(short circuit remix)
16 toro y moi - all alone
17 washed out - before
18 anoraak - night drive with you
19 grum - someday we'll be together

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Quickies

- I loooooooove that new Lights album! I just totally enjoy her writing, her progressions and her minor delivery. It's total genius. Of course, listening to her talk is brutal as hell. Like speaking with my 16 year old daughter. Sheesh!


- Who the fuck does not like Junior Senior? They put the 'fun,' in funky! Check out that sweater! It spells nothing but a good time!


- I found that Chumbawamba track from a compilation called Better Read Than Dead, an Epitaph and AK Press joint venture. It has contributions from J Church, NOFX, Propagandhi, Napalm Death and others, promoting radical literature from their catalogue.


- That Monarchy remix just makes me long for a dank and loud basement bar, where I can just carve my own little corner. I have to go to @disco_punk soon!

Next post: Why JP Arencibia is a lazy fucking catcher, and my year-end observations of your 2011 edition Toronto Blue Jays! Stay tuned!

Jay's Talk!

The regular season is almost over. I haven't gone to a single game. I have observed every match on the TV. I'll have my final quips in blog form shortly.

But for now, enjoy the rest of the final games, then go to this guy's site:
mike wilner's blog

Go ahead and download the podcasts from his Jays Talk call-in program, which occurs after every Jay's game. If you download and listen, you will be treated to some very observant, intelligent people talking baseball, dissecting the game and discussing items rationally. You will also get a majority of retards calling in, talking entitlement(i.e. playoffs) and proposing all kinds of stupidity.

You're welcome.

I personally miss Wednesday night's edition, when a few years back, when much maligned GM J.P. Ricciardi would sit in and answer questions from said retards. It was a brutally honest J.P., fresh from the game's aftermath. His thoughts were always off the cuff, while remaining loyal, he would tear apart his own players and entertain the proposals from all of the dummies who call in.

If there were ever something of a baseball joy, it would be of myself sitting in a car tuned to the AM, prolonging whatever trip I was on, so that I could listen to every breath, every word, amidst all of the crackle of that obsolete media.

I only wish that the new GM, Alex Anthopoulos, would revisit Wednesday nights with the GM . . .

Summer Is All Washed Out

Yep kids, summer is over. Put on your scarves and sweaters, because it's time to get chilly.

Speaking of chill, I've fallen into the 'chill-wave,' fad of bands like Toro Y Moi and the Washed Out. I position them along with all of my yacht-rock like Hall And Oates and shit of that persuasion.

So here's a video of what might have happened during your summer. I assure you that mine wasn't even close. Imagine me a few beer in, grinding out my little dance floor of a corner, and that's almost how my summer went. Enjoy!

Kat Dennings Was In Town And Nobody Told Me About It?!!!

Holy fuck! Are you guys fucking kidding me?!!!

I got a chance to watch Defendor a little while back, and I'm pretty pissed off that Norah from Nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist, one of my favourite movies of all time, was in my city and I didn't hear about it at all! I'm pissed off beyond comprehension!

As I watched this movie, I recognized all of the landmarks that seemed to be on the obvious side.

I totally saw the Show World peep show back alley from when I used to go there. I remembered all the perverts walking in there with their short gym shorts and no underwear, but armed with lots of quarters. Of course, I only needed 50 cents, and I was ready to go out the back way, into that back alley.

How could you not see the Columbia Chemicals site? They were the only ones on Burlington Street with stacks and stacks of white, blue and black smoke coming out of them consistently.

How about the now-defunct Harvest Burger? That place was an institution! I enjoyed their greasy food, and their ratty fold down chairs, and the bums that hung about in the bar area. I'm soooo happy somebody caught that on film. At least when I yearn for the place, I can watch that scene where Woody Harrelson gets busted by the cops there, over and over again.

And what about Jackson Square? The scene where Kat walks by the dry cleaners her dad owned. Goddamn, I walk through there every week!

I enjoyed Defendor. Like Nick And Norah was a love song to New York, Defendor was, it seemed, a love song to my beloved city of Hamilton.

About the author:

Everytime he arrives to the Hammer, wherever he's coming from, he always mutters, "hello, beautiful," and means it.

Anyway, the house in Hamilton is sold, and I'm off to greener pastures. It might be quite a while before I come back to the big city. I'll miss you, Hamilton.

I love you. Always will.

Hottness!

This song shows how my favourite derrty bass has come. Good or bad, it still makes the back of my knees sweat.

There's something about a really catchy hook with an unsuspectingly tight groove. It's like watching a slow burn. You can't stay away from it.

JoBau Hits Dinger #22, But Who Cares?

ATL 5, TOR 1
I hate losing streaks. I despise of these lulls in the season, where losing streaks extend, and lineups get listless and boring, making the games totally unwatchable.

Oh yeah, Jose Bautista hit one out today, making his home run total for the year a league leading 22.

Unless these jacks come with a win, nobody is going to pay attention.

I hate losing. It puts me in a funk, and I don't desire baseball at all. Boo.

Catching Up . . .

I love getting stuff in the mail! I got one from a buddy of mine months ago. Just catching it up now. This mix was buried in my car months back from the awful commute. Just popped it back in and is quite enjoyable.

Maybe eventually I'll get around to making a mix of my own. One can only dream . . .

He also sent me a, "may the 4th be with you," postcard in reference to the date and a Star Wars saying.

I forgot to send people to this artist's propaganda site which is chock full of Star Wars thingies. Go here:
Steve Thomas Gallery

He also has a bunch of other artworks with references from various movies. They provide a chuckle, like an inside joke but also quite aesthetically pleasing.

Red House For Sale!

I own a bit of property in Hamilton, and it breaks my heart to part with it. This is, by the way dear readers, the same property where I fell in love with my city.

I built an aluminum shed at the back in the middle of a windstorm. I replaced the roof myself, and had nightmares for weeks about falling off of it. My mother and daughter have both fallen down the stairs, multiple times. The value of the house is waaaaay more than what we've listed for.

Tell your friends, it's priced to sell. Send them to the link below for more info:
232 Bay Street, Hamilton

BUY MY HOUSE!

Somebody's gotta pay for my funemployment!